Synopsis: New to the Big Apple, the last thing Lexie Bloom needs is to fall for two guys at once. Especially when she can’t have either. One is her personal trainer, an Adonis way out of her league. The other? A Brit Lit professor her svelte boss insists she woo for her—via text message, no less. Little does she know, the two are the same man…Matthew Hennessey is intrigued by his shy new client at the gym. But before he gets the chance to ask her out, he discovers she’s the one crafting the flirty texts sent to him by a woman who wouldn’t know Lord Byron from Lady Gaga. To get to know her better, he allows Lexie to play her role. She may have given up on the idea of romance, but Matthew’s bound and determined to show her love is alive and well in New York City.

Review

Text Me, Maybe is
one of those books that doesn’t require a whole of thinking. It was cute, flirty and fun to read—the perfect
escape book. Just read and enjoy. Lexie’s new to the corporate world when her
boss gives her a phone and tells her to use her English degree to secure her a
hook up with an English professor that also works as a trainer in the company’s
gym. Matthew, the person she’s supposed
to be hooking her boss up with, is also the person she’s starting to fall for.

I absolutely loved Matthew.
He’s definitely book boyfriend worthy.
He is gorgeous, smart, charming and he quotes classic literature. I found Lexie entertaining at some points but
at others I found her insecurity grating.
I thought Matthew was pretty upfront with his attraction to her, so her
doubts didn’t make sense to me. But it
didn’t keep me from reading or enjoying the book, just from connecting with
her.

Overall, it was an enjoyable read. Not my favorite read of the summer but by far
not the worst either. -Peace and Love, Buxom J

Excerpt

“Stop.” Lexie swatted at
him. “I’ll never get this door open.” Matthew ignored her command and continued
to run wet, tantalizing kisses along the sensitive slope of her neck. She tried
to concentrate, but she fumbled with the key in the lock and cursed when he
added hands to the sweet distraction— kneading her shoulders with deep, pulsing
strokes. “I’ll fall through the trapdoor in the floor, like Elphaba,” she
warned. But he still didn’t listen. Finally, she managed to unlatch the
deadbolt. Whipping around to face him, she smiled. “I’m getting you back now,
you cruel, cruel man.”

But he was up to the task, his mouth searing her lips and
tongue, his questing hands bringing her to flames as they caressed and stroked
and teased.

Kneading her through her top.

Under her top.

“Inside,” she breathed, heated and wiggling in response to
his eager assault, her only conscious thought the need to get her hazel-eyed
god into her lair. She reached behind her back, feeling for that elusive
doorknob.

“Soon, baby. Let me—”

The door flew open with their weight, and—eep!—she fell
backward into the apartment, his mouth slipping from hers while a hand still
wrapped over her breast.

But his Mighty Thor strength halted her rapid descent and
reversed their direction, returning them upright and back to safety.

“Oh.” He chuckled. “This inside.” Then a moment
later. “Where were we?”

She reached for his shirt. “Right here.”

“Ah, Lexie…” He groaned, closing the distance between
them, lifting her flush against him, one hand on the back of her head, the
other around her waist. “You have no idea. Touching you is all I’ve thought
about for three weeks. It was all I could do to keep my hands off you, waiting,
hoping you’d want me, too.” His eyes searched hers. “I intend to make this the
best night of your life, because you’ve already made it mine.”

How could this be?

But then he was kissing her, running his hands up and
down her rib cage, grinning at her before slipping his head under her top to
pleasure her breasts through the silk of her bra, rolling and tweaking her
nipples.

Molten pleasure shot throughout her middle, and she
panted, rubbing up against him, eager to get closer. It wasn’t enough. Not
nearly enough.

He lifted his head and nuzzled her neck. “Where’s your
bed?”

I thought you’d never ask.

“Here.” She stumbled back, then turned, throwing cushions
and jerking the mattress up and out while he pushed the coffee table out of the
way.

“Mad skills,” he acknowledged, dropping onto the bed with
her.

“A record.” She lifted a leg over his hips and slid over
and up, onto the tops of his thighs to straddle him.

Ready to ride.

“You like the power seat, huh?”

His tone was light, but his eyes shone with an intensity
that made her want a closer look.

ABOUT JOLYSE BARNETT

Jolyse Barnett is a country girl living her happily-ever-after in suburbia with her real-life, hunky hero, two offspring aptly nicknamed Thing One and Thing Two, and a cuddly cat that sleeps 23-7. When she’s not tapping away at the keyboard or with her nose in a book, Jolyse can usually be found in her backyard dreaming about tropical escapes.